Usually, enchanted rings were useful: allowing to cast new spells, protecting against attacks. Nothing to worry about. When you found matching rings back in the hag's den, you thought they were just another useful treasure to share with your lover, Astarion.

Well, maybe you should have thought about it again when, after a night spent in Astarion's tent, the two of you woke up to soft cooing.

"Darling. Why is there a baby in our bed?"

Astarion asked as you stirred awake, unaware that the two of you were wearing fertility rings.